Author: alohawild

I am sorry, I did not take any pictures on Friday.

I rose, feeling better, around 7:30, and the coffee was already made; I had assembled it on Thursday night. It is locally roasted liberal coffee. I had a Voodoo donut with my coffee, Portland Cream, and soon was suffering from a terrible sugar high and crash. Can’t do that again! Just plain cake donuts! And all the coffee did not make this better.

Despite the jitters, I managed to finish the blog while it was still morning. I also got my one load of laundry into The Machine and got it all on hangers or added it to the yet-to-be-sorted-and-folded stuff left over from Monday. I did not get a card out to Mom Wild. I will take that to the post office later.

Scott and I usually meet on Thursday, rescheduled to Friday, for lunch and a beer (I decided I can have one a week with Scott), and I was ready early, so I puttered around the house and collected the mail. I received an email with all inbound mail to the house from the US Postal Service, a service you can order, but it is often incorrect. Most of the mail I received today was not included in the email. Hmmm. The inbound package information has been correct.

I had only partially charged Air VW the Gray as I forgot to charge it the night before. I plugged it in for part of the morning. I had more than a 50% charge when I headed out, which was enough to get me more than 100 miles. I try to be a good neighbor by charging the EV only at night, when power usage is lower on the grid. Dear reader, the charging is about the same as running an electric dryer.

Aside: I belong to a group of customers of Portland General Electric (PGE) that agree to curtail our usage on days when the grid is maxed out (usually hot summer days). I get an email to cut my usage for certain hours the next day. PGE pays me a small bonus for the difference in my usage from the average usage that is credited to my bill. I am not always able to reduce my usage, but I often turn off the AC and play board games elsewhere. It is just a few bucks. As I understand it, power on the market is expensive when demand is high, and starting up bonus power plants is costly for a short few hours. By reducing usage, PGE can avoid the extra costs, lower the cost of power for everyone, and avoid purchasing power that may come from coal and other carbon-intensive sources.

The traffic is heavier for a morning trip after rush hour. McMenamins’s Cedar Hills was not busy, and Scott soon appeared. We spent lunch, composed of half sandwiches, soup, and a small salad, catching up. Scott has recently visited Hawaii and Paris. We discuss money (my plans for giving away more money but then using that to avoid some taxes on withdrawals from my IRA), investments (we are buckled up for more Trump-caused chaos), and our concerns about Putin’s adventurism and Trump likely TACO when facing a real challenge.

I shared with Scott that I am deeply concerned that Putin will break NATO by getting one of the countries to issue an Article 5 after some terrible event (i.e., an errant missile hit in Warsaw, for example). Trump will then ignore it and abrogate US treaty obligations. Xi will repeat the process for Taiwan.

(deleted political comment goes here; yes, I am very concerned)

Scott and I returned to more pleasant topics of travel and parks in Hawaii. Scott is headed to the Keys later this year for more diving and to help his kids get certified for deeper diving (Scott reminded me that most accessible shipwrecks are located in moderately deep water). It sounds marvelous. I do not dive; I am an armchair explorer of shipwrecks, using sonar scans, publications, and RV views. We also discussed my plans to visit Michigan for ten days in October and the American South in November.

Scott and I said our goodbyes and plan, now that we both are back for a few weeks, will meet again next week on Thursday. Next, I wrote Mom Wild’s card in the EV and then drove to the post office to post it. Done!

Clint, the other outlaw in Susie’s family in New Hampshire, texted me about some Dungeons & Dragons items and to get an update on my plans. Thanksgiving or Christmas? I have yet to decide. More to come. Holiday gaming with the Weiss Family!

I headed early into Portland and soon arrived without issue at Rogue in SE Portland. The traffic was not slow, but it was chaotic, requiring me to be extra careful when changing lanes and taking exits. Back to school, stressing out some drivers, I suspect.

I found a table and got an iced tea (not a beer). I sat and wrote and revised the new chapter of my fantasy novel. I have never written an action scene, and the transitions and imagery were incomplete. I often need to add words and even paragraphs; I get the bones down and then flesh them, and well, fix the mistakes. Others I know write and cut, but I follow my usual IT-like thinking. What is the vision? Expand the vision into steps and processes. Revise and adjust. I write like I code.

Kathleen showed up after 3, we spent most of the day talking, some writing, and even reading.  Kathleen listened to my thoughts on the refresh. She is a professional and licensed architect, and her views on my thoughts were interesting. We also talked about writing and read some of it to each other. I like Kathleen’s story, which includes fantastical quant beasts and a bit of snark. Kathleen thought my voice in my story was good and hints at a large fantasy setting or space opera. My action scene, she thought, was good. My updates, rewrites, and transitions had hammered the text into something better.

Various tourists appear and leave. Rogue is on various pub-crawl routes. We have dinner, with me going for the fish tacos (thinking them reasonable for someone wishing to lose weight). Kathleen went, and I was jealous, though my dinner was fantastic, fish and chips. He talked and often wrote until 8. It was dark, a sign that fall was soon to arrive, and we said goodnight and headed to our respective homes.

The return was messy. I decided to drive through Portland, ignoring the EV’s Nav, and soon discovered closed roads. I had to do some loops and dodge many cars that seemed to be lost. One car tried to turn into the one-way street I was on, threatening a low-speed head-on collision. They corrected, and I escaped Portland intact.

This weekend, as we move into the fall, there are many galas and events. I discovered myself driving around double-parked cars and folks with canes, formal dresses, and suits getting out of vehicles. It appears that the evening crowds, while later, were returning to Portland events.

I arrived home, and I felt tired, changed into my PJs, and decided to nap for a moment; it was midnight when I woke. I took my meds and headed back to bed. I did not set up the coffee, but I did sleep most of the night.

Thanks for reading!

 

 

 

I rose before 7, happy to not have fallen out of bed again. I had trouble sleeping and finally gave up, rising before 7. I pushed the button to make coffee, returned to my office, and began a 1,500+ word blog that took me all morning to finish. I was also reading and thinking much of the morning. I find myself thinking and looking out the window often. I am thinking about the news, civil rights, and church theology. Sometimes the window takes ten or more minutes as I ponder all of this. I also drift off about the refresh project.

I enjoyed the locally roasted liberal coffee from Hillsboro. I had a donut, a Voodoo Donut maple bar with bacon. I wrote and thought until mid-morning.

With the blog done and a card sent to Mom Wild, I showered, dressed, and all of that. I reheated some leftover pasta and sausage. I found the excellent historical Mary Beard had some videos in my feed on YouTube, and I watched one all afternoon. Mary Beard’s books are superb (with deep sets of footnotes), and her videos are excellent and visually stunning. She finds all these interesting museums that I want to visit all over Europe. I recommend her books and shows.

New bids for the church refresh work came in, and I wrote and then sent out the weekly report to the Church Council on our progress. I also completed my notes for my Sunday School Class and sent out a copy of those. I like to get them out so folks can be aware of what I am teaching.

I found two widow’s mite coins from the Middle East that Susie’s dad, Ben, gave to her. These would have fit the previous class, but still, they will be passed around. One is from 30CE and another is from 100BCE and fit the period of Jesus and the Maccabees.

Next, I made a cake. I remade the same cake as before, Grand Marnier Golden Cake, but using better chocolate, and remembered to put more orange glaze before removing the cake from the pan. I also put more orange flavor in one step. This really brightened the cake, and I was told it was better than my practice cake. Excellent!

I cleaned up the kitchen, which looked like a baker had exploded in mid-bake, while I waited for the cake to bake.

McMinimans was slammed when I got there, and it took the staff and Stephenie, our waiter, a while to get our room ready. Service would be slow as the staff was running everywhere at once. We had about twelve people for the Theology Pub meeting. The topic was the impact of isolation on people and what the church can do to help. Dondrea, who got to hear “Happy Birthday” three times as it was her birthday, shared on her usual excellent write-up some statistics that showed how severe the problem is now and how it also varies based on age groups. We agreed that our church may try a game night, book club, and other means to reach people who need more social interaction.

After that, Air VW the Gray took me home. There, I did the dishes, assembled coffee for the next day, and soon was reading in bed. I tried a new book on my Kindle, and that was not something I liked (it cost me $4.99), and returned to my Analog magazines. I started a story and soon was nodding off. I closed my eyes, rolled over a few times, and woke a few times, and managed to sleep better tonight. The dreams were just shadows and forgotten now.

Thanks for reading!

I rose around 7 and discovered I had failed to assemble the coffee the night before. I ground the beans roasted here in Oregon and nearby in Hillsboro by Mom. Roasted by Mom is a local company that supports women and women growers (website). It is good to taste liberal coffee again and know that every cup is helping moms. And it was good to remember who I am: a liberal, and someone working to make the world better, and helping the world remember Justice with Compassion.

On Tuesday, I read a lot about Kirk’s assassination and a comedian losing his job. I am sorry about all of it. Grief comes with anger, I know, and assassinations come with fear. The combination is poisonous for democracies. But I get it.

I had trouble writing the blog as I would find myself thinking about the words and events instead of writing. I am thinking deeper about the events of the day lately. It took me until 11ish to finish it.

I finished off the cottage cheese and had a banana with that. I am trying to ensure I am not hungry and don’t eat out of turn. Just trying to stick to three meals of smaller-sized portions. So far, no more weight gain.

I updated my transactions in Quicken and watched my IRA investments. They are up more. The cut in rates will give some of my bond holdings (in the form of mutual funds and indexes) a temporary boost, as the financial instruments hold higher-paying bonds than what is currently available. These assets will slowly produce a lower yield as the cut starts to work into the new bonds purchased to replace those sold or reaching maturity. The only immediate impact of the cut is usually on car loans, which should, though there are many other factors, soon reduce.

Sadly, thinking about car loans, President Trump did not restore the car interest loan write-off. That would have helped all the regular Americans and the US Car manufacturing (even Elon). President Reagan’s 1986 tax changes dropped this. I remember my father and grandfather, both Reagan supporters, being outraged when they realized around 1988, the end of the Reagan Administration, they would now buy cars less often due to these changes and how hard this would hit Michigan. Now, imagine if these tax breaks were reinstated instead of the make-believe no-tax-on-tips deduction, which likely nobody can take (since individuals who receive tips do not typically itemize). It would have been good for everyone, except for the very rich. Hmmm.

Returning to my story for Tuesday, I published the blog and warmed up some pasta and Italian-style sausage for lunch, a smaller portion. I ate that while watching more of Apple+’s Foundation series. The acting, special effects, and camera work are excellent. The storyline is OK. I love space opera.

I next grab a copy of Analog Magazine, trying to read a few items from the ones I have just stacked and ignored, boarded Air VW the Gray, and took the EV to the TriMet MAX station. I wave my phone at the scanner, pay $2.80 via a virtual card, and wait a few minutes for my train. I am too excited to read much as I have missed walking in Portland.

I talk to Deborah a few times while riding the train (not shouting into the phone as many do) as she is between things on her long day. She is monitoring the start of classes, including the evening ones, in Michigan and working long hours. I reach the Teacher’s Fountain and Library stop and from there walk up the slight hill on Park Street. The Farmer’s Market runs in the park on Wednesday mornings from early to late afternoon; I did not know this. This will give me a reason to come earlier next time on a Wednesday.

I have a membership to the Portland Art Museum (PAM), and I am soon inside looking at a new display of various modern pieces. Some are new to me, and I did not know that Andy Warhol painted some of his posters with glitter. The neon piece made me think of Deborah.

The art is not part of PAM’s collection but from the local private Schnitzer Collection, made up of mostly prints and modern art. I learned there is another art museum to see, The Schnitzer Collection on display, which is open 5 days a week, 3-5, and longer on Saturday. It is free. Soon!

I did my usual walk through the usual displays and noticed the changes, and enjoyed the French Impressionists the most. PAM’s Monet’s “Lily Pads” painting was back in its usual place. No brighter after a cleaning, but showing a bit of fading too. I enjoy a walk through and try to visit every month.

Next, I walked to the MAX, used a free transfer to get to the Green Line, and took it over to Ground Kontrol. On the way, I met a tourist who asked for help, and I explained the MAX for her and had her get the app and a virtual card. She was looking at multiple trips and was headed to the Japanese Garden and the Rose Garden.

I arrived one block from Ground Kontrol and soon had my ID checked and found some games to play. I keep my card under my driver’s license. I went to play one pinball game, and it broke and ate my credits. I was given a $5 card for my trouble. I could not even use that up as the play; I find this to be a time sink, but still, it was entertaining, a guilty pleasure. I tried, for the first time, the Star Wars Combat Pods — expensive, and managed to not blow up the Death Star on the easy mission — Total Fail. I was often flying upside down and crashing into things. It was quite entertaining and felt immersive (when I was not crashing or flying upside down). I will invest in more training. A pair of pilots wanted the machine after I was done, and I let more skilled flyers save the universe and ‘use the force.’

Next, I walked to the Chinese Garden and the ticket taker remembered me, “Hi, Michael.” There I walked around, enjoyed the quiet, had a tea and coconut party, and read. The waterfall was not running, and it was very quiet. I finished the excellent story “It Eats Metal” in Analog, which appeared in the March/April issue. A gal next to me sat and meditated, and I tried to not make too much noise. I was self-conscious of the sound of sipping tea and eating only a few feet from her.

Eschewing the Green Line, I walked back to the Red/Blue line, which heads west to Beaverton and Hillsboro. Along the way, I stop at Voodoo Donuts, which is not busy; there is no line. I stand at the door, the guard smiles, and waves me in. You can’t just walk in, like a donut vampire; you must be invited in to harvest. I bought three, including the Zombie, Portland Cream (so many inappropriate jokes), and a bacon maple bar. This is placed in the signature pink I-am-a-tourist-rob/ignore-me box.

 

I am not sure what has happened to Portland over the past couple of months while I have been traveling, but there are fewer homeless people (though I recognize some), and the smell of marijuana is less. The hot days drove some folks away, I am sure. School is back, and I suspect the smoking and vaping tourists are now fewer. The town felt to me like it was welcoming the rains, falls, and the change of seasons.

While the number of shuttered and ‘for lease’ buildings is distressing, I saw a few had signs of activity and recovery. It is not enough to make up for the 40% reduction in lunch traffic from before the pandemic and the great migration away from cities and to working from home. The incubators are gone, as are the shared workspaces to rent.

I took the Max back, paying another $2.80, for the short trip back to Beaverton. No drama on the trains or smells. It was back to what I remembered. Pleasant for urban transport.

I took the EV home and made a frozen Chicken Tikka meal for dinner. Deborah, now at the end of her day, talked to me about our day (and some of my complaints on a political nature that I will not recount here). I apologized for being boring to Deborah and received forgiveness. I wished her a good night as she was tired and had another long day on Thursday.

I work on my lesson notes for this Sunday.

I took painkillers, pills, and food. I was unsteady from the nearly 7,000 steps and the still soreness from the fall a few nights ago. My head is still bruised. There is no sign of a concussion or headache. I read, do the dishes, make coffee, and get to bed early.

I woke at 4 and was not feeling well. I could not get back to sleep. I finally rose, had some toast, and then returned to sleep at 5, and had wild dreams but not scary dreams until I woke before 7.

Thanks for reading.

 

 

 

Going backwards, I was in bed at 9 on Tuesday night and soon asleep. I woke once to get under the covers and then slept the night away. I did not fall out of bed, and the night went well. I feel better on Wednesday morning.

I rose battered from the falling out of bed on Tuesday with a 6:30 alarm (it is now dark outside at that time) and started the coffee, assembled the night before, now beans roasted from the 185th Corner veggie stand, and began trying to write a blog before I had to start my day. I managed, with the various distractions, to get about halfway through the blog. I did read my email, the news was the usual mess of pain and the President desperate for headlines to push his agenda and avoid accountability (not Epstein, but the farmers that cannot sell their products due to the administration’s policies, and the tariffs, which are a massive tax increase), and updating my transactions in Quicken.

I quickly showered and boarded Air VW the Gray and discovered that the Tuesday back-to-school traffic was thick and slow. I had left with 45 minutes to spare and was only a few minutes late, beating James, who also has a commute to Richard’s place. We invested an hour into changing chapters in the cooperative role-playing style game, Tainted Grail (we are playing 2.0 with the basic setting), and finally started again. The game has grown on me, and as often happens in app-driven board games, once you pass the initial story and have updated your characters with more usable resources and achieved improvements, it starts to flow better. Like Dungeons & Dragons, the gameplay is a mix of story and combat. Richard and I have focused more on combat, while James has focused on story and diplomacy.

Additionally, like D&D, the story is essential, and it must be remembered over time. I find I remember the story well, and that helps. All those years of DM-ing role-playing games. That is made difficult by weekly plays, and some stories were months ago. James is recording goals and finding lore as part of the written part of the game.

We changed chapters again. That meant more game accounting and assembly. We also agreed that we will search the areas more on the board and try to avoid another change of chapter for a while. We also think there are better options for us. More to come. I had to head out around 1ish, and we found a stopping point about 12:30. I “saved” my character and helped record some of the settings. While a physical game, it includes a process to record the current state and the ability to return to it. There are 14 or more chapters, and we are on 3A.

While the material is protected, I can say that I am liking it and its mix of comic book darkness, Arthurian Legends, SciFi, and Fantasy. Many of the choices and options do not feel forced. I find myself interested again in this material.

With the game over, I headed out in Air VW, the Gray, and the traffic back, even flying over the tall bridge and taller on-ramps, seemed less scary in the warm, sunny, early afternoon in Portland. The city, not a fiery hell, as it is called by Mr. Trump, but the town I think of as home with Beaverton, and unincorporated Aloha and Reedville, looked ready and willing to be great. This year, I heard, the number of visitors to Portland has returned to pre-COVID levels.

At the house, I get out the beef, still frozen after a day in the fridge, and run water over it as I prepare all the ingredients, going for mise en place cooking, where everything is ready before I start. It is a bit tough going as my arms, hands, and legs are still complaining about the fall. Bœuf Bourguignon, my second try, and with no onions (Deborah is allergic to onions, so I try to cook with celery and onion powder when I can).

It is an all-day adventure, and I make puff pastry cups (I used frozen purchased dough) to hold the meal instead of potatoes. I wash strawberries, skipping additional flavors and whipped cream. Our Oregon berries, I think, are best alone. I am using Chef Evelyn Stokes’ (here) rework of Julia Child’s recipe. While my cups were not as expected, the meal was good. I ate outside in the sun, and, except for a yellow jacket that wanted to share in my meal, it was an excellent meal. I did get a 1/2 glass of wine, but most of the wine went into the food. I also had just a little extra. I did have a little bowl of ice cream later. Keeping everything to smaller portions.

My weight has stayed stable and may have gone down a bit.

Corwin was a bit late; he had a big lawn job to finish, and was happy to try dinner. I served him up a tray like mine, and he thought it quite good. My tastes are still mixed up from the surgery and resultant infections, and I was happy he found it delicious.

The church council Zoom was at 6:30, and I will not recount it here. It was a bit harsh for me, as often it is when asking for money for capital projects. And while I am not happy about many of the words, I know they were not meant to be as sharp as I felt them, I was delighted to get most of the money I asked for and permission to, assuming we receive more giving to cover anything more, to do the work at the current bid (plus our purchases). More discussion about money followed. After that, the usual reports and updates, and to all our great surprise, we were done in 90 minutes, and all actions passed with unanimity.

Corwin left while the meeting was ongoing. He did the dishes for me and put away the remaining food in the fridge. I have a host of leftover options for today! I was fuzzy, dizzy, and tired. I went to bed early, as I said.

Thanks for reading. I was successful at one of my newest goals; I woke up still in bed on Wednesday!

Nightmares now come to me early. I have been asleep for an hour, at around midnight, and then something goes wrong. There is pain, coldness, a noise, or something, and I find myself in a dark dream of my fears. Most of the dream disappeared in a flash and a crash. I rolled out of bed, slammed my head into the nightstand, and hit the floor in a heap. I am unhurt, mostly embarrassed, but this Tuesday morning, when I write this, my knees, neck, and head are all sore. Yikes! I have not fallen and never fallen out of bed in years.

There is nothing breakable near the bed or placed on the nightstands, a difficult learning from Susie’s many falls out of bed. Even shoes are kept away from the bed. I, once comfortable, slept, but I woke a few times and moved into the center of the bed!

I woke at 7 on Monday morning, but did not rise until 8. The coffee was starting to cool as the timer began at 7 to make coffee. I started on the blog, laundry, and online. I was not disciplined, and soon it was 11 and the blog was not done, but I had read too much news (very depressing), read my emails, and updated my transactions in Quicken. I have finally published the blog after making additional edits and additions.

Breakfast consisted of coffee (the end of the Zabar’s roast from NYC), a banana, and a cup of cottage cheese with salt, pepper, and smoked paprika.

I got the mail, still in my robe and PJs with slippers, and found this included the UK Britain at War #221 magazine mailed from the publisher in the UK. I had ordered it after learning that a letter from someone at the Battle of the Denmark Straits, now 108 years old, was published in the issue. This includes some new information and validation of existing knowledge. It was wonderful to get a new account for the 1941 battle. I had watched videos on the letter, but it was great to have the printed version.

I made lunch after defrosting the bulk Italian-style sweet sausage in a pan with water. I fried the sausage in my non-stick pan (thanks, Steve), heated sauce from a jar (a new flavor of blue cheese and peppers), and boiled water. I nearly burned the sauce, but managed to pour it into the cooked sausage; there was a lot of splattering. I had it too hot. I went with angel hair pasta, and that cooked quickly, but it always sticks together in the sauce and isn’t as good reheated. But I wanted to try it again. Lunch was wonderful. I had two moderately sized bowls.

I decided to repack the new super box for the Lost Ruins of Arnak board games. Yes, I bought a box. It is the official box and includes a storage solution to get it all in one box (previously scattered in three unruly boxes of baggies and stuff thrown in). I removed the bag of extra parts, punched the add-on that came with the box (meaning I had bought a box and an add-on, feeling perhaps this was worth it), hoping it wouldn’t be something that unbalanced the game, and repacked it. This time, it all fit in the box, and the lid closed tight. I put the bag of slightly expensive plastic upgrades that did not include the last two add-ons (f**k!) in my collection of spare parts.

Corwin stopped by. He needed to cut screens, and I helped him use my Lady Ada Engineer’s scissors for the job. He got to try the pasta and thought it was good. He headed out, supplied with tools for this latest job. He and his friend own a business specializing in window washing, roof cleaning, and other related tasks. I don’t mind loaning out tools for their endeavors, and I was their first customer.

I headed to Barnes & Noble to get cards for Mom Wild. I was out of anything new. I arrived in Air VW the Gray without issue and soon, resisting a magazine and new books, got just cards. The cashier pointed out that I had a $5 coupon on my account (plus my discount on the cards), and I then grabbed a chocolate bar for the same price. The chocolate tastes better when it’s free (yes, I know it was not really free, but still it was good). I took my goodies, sat at their table, and wrote out a card for Mom Wild. I brought stamps, applied one, and it was ready.

I headed home by way of the post office, and I posted the card. Done! I drove by the house as I forgot I had some shopping to do. I next parked outside the 185th Corner Market and purchased a supply of fresh vegetables. I can now make a salad. I took the EV home.

I was exhausted for no known reason and nodded off for thirty minutes in my recliner. Waking, I headed to Safeway to get some cake flour as I plan to bring a cake to the Thursday meeting for Theology Pub. I went for a walk after returning in Air VW the Gray with a few items. The check-out line was long for the DIY which I had to use for the three items. It took me almost as long to get the flour as to buy it.

Back at the house, despite the stiffness, I walked to the bench about 1/4 a mile away to get some steps in. On the way back, my legs and lower back told me this was a bad idea or one I needed to do more often.

I found the pizza from a few days ago and finished that for dinner. I then started on my notes for my class on Sunday. That took quite some time, and I was raiding United Methodist websites and Wikipedia for my information. I also have some printed sources.

I watched more of the Apple+ Foundation series and got through two episodes. I do like the character and the mystery. I did read the first novel in the series; I never went back and was surprised to enjoy the show. I love space opera with its empires and jump-gates or jump-engines to explain the distances traveled.

I was feeling out of sorts and dizzy, and decided that reading some SciFi would be a good finish for the night. I am behind on my Analog Magazines (I have a subscription) and picked up, embared to say, April’s and read a short story about prime numbers and aliens. It became a story about violence and dominant male culture, and an interesting pivot. I enjoyed the story. I think it might have set the stage, though, for the nightmare of me running and jumping, resulting in me literally jumping out of bed.

I felt uneasy when I nodded off.

Thanks for reading! So far, I am OK though more stiff than yesterday.